Women liked to look pretty, even agents, especially when it came to things like dates. Maria Hill wanted to go back and change into an evening dress, and Wesley needed a dress. He really didn't have a dress, and he hadn't brought any clothes with him. He was going to buy something new here.
"I'm sorry, I'm new here, and I don't know anything about Washington. The last time I came here was with Tony Stark. You don't expect me to study which restaurant is good with him, do you? Is there anything I can introduce you to?" Wesley spread his hands. He couldn't choose a restaurant.
"Well, that's true. I know a good French restaurant, but I haven't tried it before. Why don't you try it today?"
Wesley hastily pulled out his phone. "Tell me the name of the restaurant and let's see what we can find out."
"Red Rose Restaurant, you can search it. I'm leaving first." Maria Hill wanted to leave, and Wesley naturally couldn't let her leave in a taxi. Gentlemen must be gentlemanly when picking up girls.
"I'll take you back and get to know the gate so that I can pick you up tonight." Wesley hurriedly opened the door. Maria Hill didn't say anything else and walked out, followed by Wesley.
Maria Hill also lived in an apartment, but Wesley was not invited to enter and could only be sent to the front door. Then he watched the beautiful woman walk in. He hurriedly began to search for the location of the restaurant, near the Sofitel Hotel in Lafayette Square. This was where he had stayed the last time he was here. He still knew this place. The car started and Wesley drove straight there.
The location of the restaurant was easy to find. It was a French restaurant facing the street, and the decor was in keeping with the romantic nature of the French. Wesley got out of the car and walked in. It was late afternoon and not many people were eating. The waiter came up to them. "Welcome. How many are you?"
"Oh, I heard from my friend that the dishes here are good. Let me take a look. I hope I can make a six o'clock reservation." Wesley was satisfied with the environment. There were no cubicles or private rooms. A wide hall was neatly arranged with a small round table and four chairs. In the center of the round table were candlesticks and some flowers.
Western food was different from Chinese food. The dishes were served one by one and would not be served all at once. On the other hand, high-end Western restaurants would consider the temperature of the dishes. It would not be too cold or too hot for you to eat. You would chew slowly and talk softly. Not bad, not bad. It matched the romantic concept of Westerners.
"Of course there's no problem. Our chef is a senior chef hired by France. Today's main course is black truffle. I don't know if you need it? You can still get a reservation now. Any later and there won't be any left."
"Not bad. There's actually black truffles. It seems that my luck is really good. I want to order four servings." Wesley directly ordered four servings. Black truffles are produced in very small quantities. Usually, if you want to eat them, you need to make a reservation. It's rare to have them here, so he ordered four servings.
"Please leave your name." Wesley registered his name. After all, he was not a regular customer. Of course, if it was a phone reservation, he would need a credit card account.
After making the reservation, Wesley asked where he could get a dress for sale. He could only buy ready-to-wear clothes now, but he did not have a custom-made habit. His lifestyle was completely different from Tony Stark's. One was an accomplished rich second-generation heir, and the other was a contented and happy first-generation heir. Their ideas and spending were completely different.
After buying a fitted gown, Wesley returned to his apartment. There was nothing here at the moment, so Wesley went straight to cleaning. It was still a long time before six o'clock in the evening, so he might as well find something for himself to do. If possible, then Maria Hill might come here at night. Thinking of this, Wesley began to clean with enthusiasm.
Everything was clean, but a lot of things were missing. The bed was empty, except for furniture and appliances. Looking at the time, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Wesley went straight out again and asked the patrol officers. He found a large supermarket and called the manager directly. Then he bought all the way there. There would be some fruit and drinks in the refrigerator, and some red wine and champagne could be prepared. Good things to regulate the atmosphere, but they could not be bought in the supermarket because the quality was not the best.
With more tips, the supermarket delivery man immediately followed Wesley home. It took an hour and a half. At 3:30, Wesley's heart began to beat faster and faster. Everything was arranged neatly, the refrigerator was filled, and at the same time, ice began to be frozen. Set after set of bedding was laid out directly, and slippers were placed at the door.
"Phew, I'm ready. I hope I can invite her over tonight. Now it's time to clean myself up." Wesley walked into the bathroom with satisfaction and then soaked himself in the bathtub full of hot water. He showered for an hour and tidied himself up at five o'clock. Then he went downstairs and drove away.
At 5:20 sharp, he arrived at Maria Hill's apartment. Although he made the call and then just waited, this was an essential part. Waiting was a man's duty.
But she didn't have to wait long. At 5:30 a.m., Maria Hill came downstairs. Her long hair was tied up, and she was wearing a red strapless evening gown with a sexy deep V and a backless back. A pair of red high heels accentuated her slender legs. A pair of crystal earrings and a pearl necklace matched her fair neck.
Wesley stepped forward and held out a hand. Maria Hill also reached out and gently placed a hand on Wesley's. "You look beautiful today. Washington is shining because of you tonight."
Apple hacked again at this time, and then the information was fed back to Wesley. Maria Hill was very happy with Wesley's praise, and Wesley was handsome enough today that she liked it very much. Wesley was satisfied with such an answer. She had not been busy for nothing.
After pulling open the passenger door and helping her into the car, the car set off directly. They arrived at the restaurant on time at five minutes to six. The tip was a strange Western way of spending money. Wesley gave her ten dollars directly. The car would be well taken care of.
Sitting in the reserved seat, the lights in the restaurant were not bright, and no one spoke loudly. They were all whispering. "There are black truffles here today. I ordered four. I don't know if you're lucky or I'm lucky?"
The topic of conversation could not be left out. The two of them did not know each other well, and even if Wesley allowed Apple to invade the other's brain, he could not casually talk about some topics. Today's female companion was a senior agent.
"Really? Then I can only say that you are lucky." Maria Hill has been smiling today and everything has satisfied her.